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Axl eased back into his stool and made use of his great height to lean across the bar and pour himself more ale from the tap, taking it down in two big gulps. "Ye' wouldn't happen to have some roast aldghoat would ye'?" he inquired a bit more calmly and politely (as polite as he could be). He reached inside his pouch and pulled out a card bearing the image of an armored elezen slaying a large reptilian creature, and examined a note wrapped around it.